Almost put this book down because it started so badly -- the first few chapters are a confusing, convoluted mess. I'd also like to add that “Last Resort” holds some kind of record for me, because I don't think I've ever hated a main character so quickly.
The story picked up a little bit after the main action got started, to the point where I couldn't put it down; I really wanted to keep reading and find out what happened. At mid-way through part II, I started to wonder if I hadn't completely misconstrued the story. Was Lipstein actually a genius...? The fall-out from the protagonist's success was so well-written and unexpected that I started to feel like this book might actually be brilliant. Except -- except -- if the protagonist's whole egocentric mess was meant to be satire from the beginning, it felt a little bit late in the plot to establish such a tone.
Things took a downturn towards the end of part II, however, and it started to seem like Lipstein had no idea where to take his story or how to end things. By the time the conclusion had started to raise its ugly head, I started to feel like Lipstein was missing the point entirely.
In addition to that, I felt like this book could have used a hefty edit. There were shifting viewpoints within the story that I think were just sloppy, not even completely intentional: at times first person omniscient narration, at times talking directly to the reader. By the third section of the book it really seemed like Lipstein was just completely over telling the story and wanted the thing to die on its own. ALSO, the first section of the book rapidly jumps between time frames (NY and LA a few years before; Florida) with no clear delineation between them, to the point that it’s very difficult to keep track of where you are and at what point in the story. I read this book over two days and still had a lot of trouble remembering where I was; I can only imagine it would be next to impossible for a reader who put it down for a few days at a time.
By the time the "big reveal" came around, I had completely stopped caring; maybe I just read too much but it seemed like an obvious possibility. Anyone who reads commercial fiction would have figured it out, rendering it ineffective as a last-ditch effort to save the story. By the last sixty pages I was actually screaming "let it die, let it die" and nearly allowed myself to stop reading because it was actually annoying me that much.
Here were some lines that were super confusing or else just annoying:
"She waited for confirmation and I nodded, even though I wanted anything but for her to continue, because if I didn't know what was coming I at least knew it would be something I'd immediately want to unhear." (What?)
"Before I could answer he asked if I knew how much of a limb he'd gone out on for me. I couldn't help but think of the logical fallacy built into the question -- if it assumed that when he'd signed me he knew all of what I just told him, if he knew what he was getting himself into, then not a long limb, and if it more practically assumed he knew only what he could know, then still a very short limb, not a limb at all." (took me three reads to understand this, and still couldn't help wondering if the author was stoned upon writing)
"I approached it on the heels of my feet." (understandable, but probably not the best analogy)
and
"She gave me a look that said Austin, and I looked back at the book in a positive way so as not to seem resentful. After a measured pause I asked if she planned to tell him about what happened last night. Her face bloomed into a guilty, pained expression that meant, Yes, because I have been meaning to break up with him, and this will be part of that conversation." (love it when a character, especially a male character, intuits such a specific intention from a single look.)
Two minor things that annoyed me:
- The amount of time spent describing Caleb’s novel-writing process and his periods of self doubt, followed swiftly by self-congratulatory adulation. Sweet Jesus, reading about someone writing is boring enough in and of itself, but combined with this internal monologue – yet another reason I almost threw the book across the room.
- Caleb makes a really surprising comment to Louis about Sandra towards the end of the book, and even though Louis has no prior knowledge of their situation, he responds without emotion or surprise. I get that Louis is meant to be an emotional android, but even so, I felt that this was yet another example of how Lipstein simply didn’t know how to let his book go gently into that good night.
Look, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – it’s not fair to judge a book on what its author has posted in relation to said book, but I can’t help feeling irked whenever an author writes a coy review on Goodreads like “Five stars because this is my book and I love it.” I’m looking at you, Andrew Lipstein. Can’t authors come up with something original that still manages to convey Yes, I know that I’m annoying for giving my book five stars, but I want the aggregate rating to trend upwards, and if I make a coy remark about said action then perhaps people will be charmed by the faux self-deprecation and therefore not hate me for it. ? It’s never worked for me, in any case.